Thin Poems - Poems about Thin

...Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now, and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours. My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying. I’m leaving an empty room - making on......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

... Forceful displays are never her intention, But she will constantly plea for your attention. Doctors should order silence long before Our lives are entangled in webs of disorder. Souls long ......Read the rest...

... I stood … on a mountain not nearly the highest but the air was clean … seraphic cold, but not bone-chilling keen, that it restore the marrow and course the blood more acutely it sharpened ......Read the rest...

...Listen to how silence sings in the crypt of the forgotten soul, Each echo, a devotion at the unseen altars of solitude. We, travelers in an indecipherable odyssey, shadows on the walls of the caver......Read the rest...

...Give me your hand and I will take you across the land; give me your hand and I will take you where you want to go; give me your hand, so that you can fulfill your long awaited dreams. Give me your ha......Read the rest...

...Our minds are the initial storage for information gathered by our dear senses. Yes, that's already given. But have we ever wondered how it says longer than we expected? Like how can it repeat cert......Read the rest...

...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......Read the rest...

...You saying in sudden:,,Everything's alright, no stress", in a comforting setting for every person being in surround. Rarely thing you know, so don't ......Read the rest...

... It was the strangest thing I saw that day A grassy grove and a man shouting mad I didn't even know what to say His face dragged down by his eye bags His feet slept on the dirt, twigs were the b......Read the rest...

...I’m writing with pen. Scribbling and doodling. Writing a rough draft. Then an even rougher draft. Falling asleep and knocking coffee all over my pages. Using up my whole notebook. Running to th......Read the rest...

..."Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester, mocks in the tomb's chill, Each falling grain an emaciated ......Read the rest...

...Rainfall from the heavens Flashing lights on the horizon Tapping drops from the skies on frilly rooftops Whooshing splashes on leafy greens Pit-a-pat...pit-a-pat...!, rhythmic sounds on r......Read the rest...

...Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am backed up into this corner with my hands tied and destiny dragging my fee......Read the rest...

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...